"Slobber Of The Dog" lyrics
Unfit to bit half-wit fob
I'm on one knee, coughin' up smog
Fact of the matter is slobber of the dog
I drew
I drew an outline
Where sympathy is smeared with time
Miscreants that they assign
And the smell of skunk they left behind!
Little old lady with an eye of glass
I don't care much for a ruling class
And they aren't concerned for my ass!
Molesting grip on the now and past
I drew
I drew an outline
Where sympathy is smeared with time
Miscreants that they assign
And the smell of skunk they left behind!
The smell, the smell, the smell
The smell of skunk is left behind
A faulty factory design
My faith, my faith, my faith
A faith expired seven times
I walk away with head up high
I'm on one knee, coughin' up smog
Fact of the matter is slobber of the dog
I drew
I drew an outline
Where sympathy is smeared with time
Miscreants that they assign
And the smell of skunk they left behind!
Little old lady with an eye of glass
I don't care much for a ruling class
And they aren't concerned for my ass!
Molesting grip on the now and past
I drew
I drew an outline
Where sympathy is smeared with time
Miscreants that they assign
And the smell of skunk they left behind!
The smell, the smell, the smell
The smell of skunk is left behind
A faulty factory design
My faith, my faith, my faith
A faith expired seven times
I walk away with head up high
Writer(s): Fletcher Shears
